Guest post by my son, Jack B. (age 18 months)
B is for the big, bad potty who takes my mama away from me for what feels like forever, but I’m told is not even a full minute…pfft!
A is for the awkward gate that separates me and my mama by at least my full body length…that’s FAR!
T is for the torturous time during which I’m certain she’ll be lost in that room just outside of arms reach forever…that’s my milk maker in there!
H is for the horrifying prospect that she will be sucked into the vortex and I’ll never see her again…did I mention my need for the milk maker??!
R is for the ridiculous idea that my mama should need to go potty without me by her side…who will help her roll the toilet paper all around the floor?
O is for the ornery feeling I get when she goes from playing with me to playing with fun things like toilet paper and tampons without me…the nerve!
O is for the obvious abandonment that has been thrust upon me…um, hello, I’m just a little person…and I need MILK!
M is for the maddening moment when my mama says, “I have to go potty. I’ll be right back”…’right back’…*rolls eyes*